Y-Yes Miss, that sounds amazing. Please let me be your... personal holiday slave." I struggled to get the last 3 words out in front of her friends. I would have had no problem saying it in front of her only, but it seemed that I had a small and slight problem with degrading myself directly in front of others. Everything my mistress commands.” She nodded too, satisfied with my answer, stood up and placed herself behind me, a few inches away from me. Her arms where on her hips and the smile on her face was gone, instead she looked me expectant and forced-serious in the eyes. Her voice when she said the following was almost empty of emotion. I REALLY didn’t know what to say. I stared at her and made a face like she was some fairy from a magical kingdom that just granted me ten thousand wishes, which is probably a pretty dumb face to look at. It made Rebecca laugh. Yeah, that’s what I thought your reaction would be” and Ray added “If I would have been in your shoes I wouldn’t have stopped to hold my breath, mate. Respect you pulled through.” Her gentle caressing of my hand with her slender fingers showed me how uncertain Rebecca was, despite the stunning, dominant aura she emanated only minutes ago. She was that ambivalent kind of person. I smiled playfully and wiped the sweat from my face.

So… does this make me officially your foot slave?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, before she smirked again. My orgasms always come first. I decide when and if you get to cum. Remember, your purpose is to please and serve me.I can massage it for you, Miss?" I responded confidently as I began to reach over to her right foot. So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while pointing at her with my finger, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged carefree. You got it right the first time, out in the sea." I thought about it for a second - the only words I said out there were "Yes Miss"... Miss? That's what I'm supposed to call her? I gave it a go:

Agreed. Those 2 Lauren chapters were an enormous departure from the rest of the story and did not belong.

Master Haku Foot Saga: Chapter 8 by MasterHakusFootSlave, literature

With a “Good boy” and a pat on the head we went into the living room where she watched a movie and I massaged her beautiful feet. She allowed me to kiss her feet a bit at first too. During the movie she had me massage her calves and legs as well. Right…” I responded uncertain what to say, now that it was seemingly over, so Rebecca took that part for me. Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?” Apr 23, 2020For the rest, I loved the slow climb chapter after chapter and the length of the chapters too.

That dog bowl experience seemed quite intense. Well, it would have been for me, anyway. LOL. The foot massage one was very hot. S-So what is your name?" I asked hesitantly. She had an aura about her which made me admire and fear her, and most of all respect her. Without so much as moving her eyes to look at me let alone her head, she replied:I’m so over the moon right now. Goddess had me over for dinner and then I gave her the new shoes I bought her and she loved them. I worshipped and massaged her feet while she relaxed and enjoyed her show and talked to her friend on the phone. Aye aye” I responded and did as Rebecca told me. Then I also dropped my bag on the floor and looked at her - For a moment I wasn’t sure if I should sit on one of Rebeccas chairs or on the floor before her, smart as she was she understood and helped me in my dilemma. That was pretty interesting, I didn’t know foot fetishism was that versatile… only that…”, she smiled at me, the childish smile that she always showed when justifying herself, “...I’m not sure if I went too far. The people in these videos are either actors, hardcore-masochists, or strangers. You’re my friend, Tom.” I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol. So recently, since February of this year, I have been serving a beautiful woman I met online as her foot and domestic slave. I have been posting about my nights that I serve her in a discord server and since I need to make my first post in the den, here we are.

May 10, 2020Thank youu so much. I'll continue writing soon, I write my fetish-stuff slower than a snail because its a lot harder form me than SFW-stuff If you want to smell them that bad you have only to tell me, Nelly love. No problem at all.” I tried to ignore Rebeccas sweet voice as she said that, and Nelly only grinned, telling her to move the damn bottle. It was spinning. I prayed. Spinning. One to three. Spinning. The bottle pointed to me, and Nelly was clapping furiously while Ray just seemed to be happy it didn’t get him. Rebecca smiled at me apologetic and meant I wouldn’t laugh. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. So I just slowly shook my head, preserving my poker face. Ch.5 Half a year passed after my first punishment under Rebeccas feet. A timespan I will skip, or summarize, to be precise. But there’s something else that’s important to me before that. After I wrote the last chapter of my ‘Diary’, the story of Rebeccas first punishment for me, I found it to be a bit scary. At the beginning I told you the relationship with my friend and now-mistress developed natural to me, and that’s the truth, even though Rebecca punished me severe a mere day after we started this mistress-slave-thingy. And to clear out any eventual confusion about her sudden change of personality, let me tell you what happened just after my punishment before we jump forward in time.

Rebecca threw her bag in a corner without a care in the world, sat on her bed and sighed in a relaxed manner. Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly. I know you’re both super lovey-dovey, but it must bother you too, Tom. You could condition her a bit more.” I mean, you didn’t only do it to punish me for today, right? My theory is that you did it because of my teasing the last two years.” Mh-hm” I nodded and stood up, ready to leave Rebeccas room, “as long as you don’t cut my limbs off or make me wear some ridiculous latex-mask…”